The light-colored water is stranded on the pagoda, and looking at the other shore is not as hasty as the encounter.
It's good to enjoy the dream in the bottle, whether it's for a moment or a lifetime, looking forward to it and crying, sir?
The two shadows are separated, the text is lost, the drifting clouds do not recognize the old words, the indifference is timid, and there is no one to send to the moon.
Finally, I picked up the sword, thinking about it long ago, a piece of paper separated without writing, a mirror of scorching flowers falling into the sky.
At this point, the mountains and rivers are forever silent, and the dreams are ruthless. Then, we were so close to each other that we were jealous and forgotten about you and me.